Well this year was a little different. We normally don't celebrate halloween but I felt the need to do a wee bit. There was no pumpkins, no parties, no gory costumes... in fact I was just supportive of my kids dressing up for school :)
Matty was invited to a friends house for a party- which he had a great time and he dressed as..... Harry Potter (surprised?)
Lilly was able to dress up for school as well and we made her into a 1950's housewife.. she looked SO cute!!! I even let her wear my heels to school. She kept saying "thank you mom- thank you".
And my lil Christopher was a nerd LOL.. We just taped boxes of nerds to his clothes. He was a big hit at school of course!
There was no special amazing treats tonight.. well actually, my kids had stressed me out as dinner time was nearing so I ordered some pizza and plopped myself in front of the tv to watch past episodes of Pan Am. It was so so yummy yummy good!
As far as my "trick" ugh- it was no laughing matter.
I was walking past the boys room and noticed my 2 year old NAKED and PEEING into an empty apple juice container.. I quickly just walked away praying that he would put the cap back on the bottle. I honestly dont think what goes through a boys head when it comes to peeing inside things?!!!
But my prayers were not answered... I heard the bottle slide and tumble on the ground... I knew I had better go in there and check out the damage... ugh Pee ALL OVER THE FLOOR.
Not my idea of a great trick or treat day.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Another Day Older
Today marks one month old for our lil Jack. I really can not believe he is a month old already. This morning as I was holding him and snuggling... he actually felt bigger in my arms. It made me cry. Time goes so fast with sweet lil babies. It's just not fair. This morning I felt like I spent the whole time just being weepy.
With this last pregnancy, I made the decision to get my tubes tied. As much as I love kids, my body felt like I just couldn't do it anymore. I knew this was a right choice for my family. But I have to be honest, the thought makes me sad that I will no longer to EVER have any more babies. I know in a few months I am going to be a lot more happier about this decision- because after all - they DO turn into those terrible tazmania twos!
I am so in love with my lil baby that it just breaks my heart to see him grow. I just wish he could be that sweet small 2 week old for just a little longer.
As this day moved on, my water works stopped and we headed out to the store to get my missing groceries from the other day. I am in the mood to be creative and bake. I found a cute recipe for some mini caramel apples so I made a few up to see if I could do them. And it was a (messy) success :) Even my lil food critic loved them! Although I am no master ate using my little melon ball scooper. Some of the "apples" looked a little.... well... sad. I LOVE baking things but I never eat them- ok well except PW pumpkin cake- Oh MY Lordy- that is just so yummy! As cute as these lil mini caramel apples are- I just won't eat them. I need to find a victim to feed them too- I know I don't want my kiddos to eat them all up- I do like to sleep!
Here is the link where I got the recipe... try them for yourself!!
Don't let these cute adorable faves fool you.... :)
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Clean Up On Isle 4....
The other day, we as a family headed out to do some last minute grocery shopping for hubby's trip. Of course as soon as we walk in the doors, all 3 boys cried "potty".. So there I sat waiting for for them all to come out of the bathroom... and it suddenly hit me that I have FOUR boys. Holy penises!!! I mean, boys are super lovable (except my 2 yr old at the moment... he is still the little Tasmania devil), full of adventure and always look out and care about my feelings.... again - all except my little 2 yr old.
...ok so there we were- all 7 of us looking our walmart best. We get about half way down shopping, I am now holding a fussy baby and all of a sudden I hear from behind me, "Daddy, POOP". I turn around and there standing all by himself in the middle of the isle is my little 2 yr old son with a blank stare on his face. He once again screamed "POOP"... and there on the floor by his feet..... a pile of poo! For a long moment, we ALL stood there in pure shock- not moving- not talking... Are we seriously seeing what it is lying on the floor??!!! Charley and I look at each other like deer in headlights. The kids were speechless- waiting for us to respond in SOME way. Since my hands were full of holding my cute little man, Charley was the only one that could carry him and clean him up. After realizing what just happened, Charley and just looked at each other and started laughing.. I mean what else can you do when you notice that your toddler just pooped in the middle of Walmart?!
Lilly was nominated to grab a wipe and pick up the pile and throw it away (YUCK) and Charley scooped up his lil mini me super man style and I shuffled quickly to the diaper isle to get (another) bag of pull ups. All I kept thinking was.... holy crap (no pun intended) I am so glad I was not the one having to clean up whatever mess was left IN his pants. As the boys scurried off to the bathroom, you could hear lil Charlie Joe yelling, " Daddy. Poop. Butt!"
When they came back from the bathroom, he explained to me that the little stinker didn't have underwear on- hence the ease of stuff ...ahem... falling. After this experience I have decided I am not going to push the potty training anymore.. He was dong great but has fallen back to not trying anymore.
That night I was so thankful for the late night shopping and the fact that the store was not busy AND super thankful that no one else was in the same isle when we were there. What a shitty night ;)
...ok so there we were- all 7 of us looking our walmart best. We get about half way down shopping, I am now holding a fussy baby and all of a sudden I hear from behind me, "Daddy, POOP". I turn around and there standing all by himself in the middle of the isle is my little 2 yr old son with a blank stare on his face. He once again screamed "POOP"... and there on the floor by his feet..... a pile of poo! For a long moment, we ALL stood there in pure shock- not moving- not talking... Are we seriously seeing what it is lying on the floor??!!! Charley and I look at each other like deer in headlights. The kids were speechless- waiting for us to respond in SOME way. Since my hands were full of holding my cute little man, Charley was the only one that could carry him and clean him up. After realizing what just happened, Charley and just looked at each other and started laughing.. I mean what else can you do when you notice that your toddler just pooped in the middle of Walmart?!
Lilly was nominated to grab a wipe and pick up the pile and throw it away (YUCK) and Charley scooped up his lil mini me super man style and I shuffled quickly to the diaper isle to get (another) bag of pull ups. All I kept thinking was.... holy crap (no pun intended) I am so glad I was not the one having to clean up whatever mess was left IN his pants. As the boys scurried off to the bathroom, you could hear lil Charlie Joe yelling, " Daddy. Poop. Butt!"
When they came back from the bathroom, he explained to me that the little stinker didn't have underwear on- hence the ease of stuff ...ahem... falling. After this experience I have decided I am not going to push the potty training anymore.. He was dong great but has fallen back to not trying anymore.
That night I was so thankful for the late night shopping and the fact that the store was not busy AND super thankful that no one else was in the same isle when we were there. What a shitty night ;)
Well... like a lot of other husbands, mine left on Thursday for ND to do some work. I hate the fact that he needs to go but I appreciate the fact that he is doing what he needs to do for our family. It is just really lonely around here with out him. He is the one that can pick me up from my blue moods and give me those hugs when I need them the most.
I love all my kiddos more than anything but being needed 24-7 and feeling like the life is getting sucked out of me all day long, its going to be a long hard week without him. I know there are a lot of other moms/ wives out there that can handle it so much better than me.. and I admire them. I have been trying to keep myself busy but it ends up causing problems with my incision. And being out of pain meds and not having an extra hand just to sit in a bath or take a little nap, is so much harder than I imagined. But I find comfort in little bits of the day that God is by my side and will not give me more than I can handle.. but I think there is a part of me that wants to handle MORE than what I can. It would be awesome if I could have the old house all cleaned and finished moved down here before he gets home, but in reality that is so NOT going to happen. I have scrubbed and cleaned the new house, did laundry, dishes, made snacks, dinners and dusted... I even thought about hanging photos but once I look at it I fall back into the no motivation mode. At this moment, I just want to sleep and wake up with my hubby by my side.
For all those other moms and wives that are dealing with the same situation... I pray that all the guys can come home soon!
I love all my kiddos more than anything but being needed 24-7 and feeling like the life is getting sucked out of me all day long, its going to be a long hard week without him. I know there are a lot of other moms/ wives out there that can handle it so much better than me.. and I admire them. I have been trying to keep myself busy but it ends up causing problems with my incision. And being out of pain meds and not having an extra hand just to sit in a bath or take a little nap, is so much harder than I imagined. But I find comfort in little bits of the day that God is by my side and will not give me more than I can handle.. but I think there is a part of me that wants to handle MORE than what I can. It would be awesome if I could have the old house all cleaned and finished moved down here before he gets home, but in reality that is so NOT going to happen. I have scrubbed and cleaned the new house, did laundry, dishes, made snacks, dinners and dusted... I even thought about hanging photos but once I look at it I fall back into the no motivation mode. At this moment, I just want to sleep and wake up with my hubby by my side.
For all those other moms and wives that are dealing with the same situation... I pray that all the guys can come home soon!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
The Stress Test
This morning I had another doc checkup. We were suppose to go do pre-op as well... This morning didn't go as planned Grrr,
As we were parking in the parking lot, I gave each of my 4 lovely kiddos a mommy warning.. "please guys, lets be really good and quiet and as soon as we can we will go home". My oldest son goes, " if we behave, do we get a surprise?"
"Have you lost your dang head?!"-- is what I wanted to say.. but instead in my sweet mommy voice I explained that GOOD behavior is what you are SUPPOSED to do!
As we were walking in, I just kept praying that they would be good and not fight. 4 kids in a doc office is not the best place to be. At least I knew I didn't have to do some "exam" with all of them there.
The nurse had a hard time finding a heartbeat.. almost to the point where I wanted to grab that doppler from her hands and do it myself. I swear she had painted my whole belly with that cold nasty gel. Finally, after 7 tries, she finds it. Doc came in shortly after and I voiced my concern that yesterday and this morning my little potato wasn't acting like his usual self. Believe it or not, this kid has a daily movement schedule. So, he changed his plan on getting my to pre-op (ugh.. I really wanted to find out what time I was going to have this little one) and decided that putting me on the monitor would be a good thing. So, me and my basketball team of kids, headed to the other side of the office for some belly monitoring. At first it was kind of nice.. big comfy chair, pillow, table with magazines, graham crackers and ice water. So far the kids were doing ok... that is until the nurse leaves me alone.... with ALL of them... hooked up - not able to move.
I kept thinking.. good lord, please help the couple or momma in the room next to me that has to hear all this noise. Few minutes later... the screaming starts, the fighting starts and my stress and blood pressure starts to go up. Throw in a few contractions and there you have a moms stress test!
GOOD GRAVY! Where the freak was that nurse and why can't they have a tv in here or something?!
Finally, I get the go ahead to head home. They came back with the verdict that I was dehydrated and needed to drink more water. Ok.... let me explain something to you. Water is the ONLY thing I can actually stomach and I drink enough water that I can be a floaty. So my question is... if I am not able to keep myself "hydrated" what then???
Yes, I know I only have till next week, but its only Tuesday. How about we quit with the BS and just get this little one out :) I am totally ok with a healthy baby in my arms.
As we were parking in the parking lot, I gave each of my 4 lovely kiddos a mommy warning.. "please guys, lets be really good and quiet and as soon as we can we will go home". My oldest son goes, " if we behave, do we get a surprise?"
"Have you lost your dang head?!"-- is what I wanted to say.. but instead in my sweet mommy voice I explained that GOOD behavior is what you are SUPPOSED to do!
As we were walking in, I just kept praying that they would be good and not fight. 4 kids in a doc office is not the best place to be. At least I knew I didn't have to do some "exam" with all of them there.
The nurse had a hard time finding a heartbeat.. almost to the point where I wanted to grab that doppler from her hands and do it myself. I swear she had painted my whole belly with that cold nasty gel. Finally, after 7 tries, she finds it. Doc came in shortly after and I voiced my concern that yesterday and this morning my little potato wasn't acting like his usual self. Believe it or not, this kid has a daily movement schedule. So, he changed his plan on getting my to pre-op (ugh.. I really wanted to find out what time I was going to have this little one) and decided that putting me on the monitor would be a good thing. So, me and my basketball team of kids, headed to the other side of the office for some belly monitoring. At first it was kind of nice.. big comfy chair, pillow, table with magazines, graham crackers and ice water. So far the kids were doing ok... that is until the nurse leaves me alone.... with ALL of them... hooked up - not able to move.
I kept thinking.. good lord, please help the couple or momma in the room next to me that has to hear all this noise. Few minutes later... the screaming starts, the fighting starts and my stress and blood pressure starts to go up. Throw in a few contractions and there you have a moms stress test!
GOOD GRAVY! Where the freak was that nurse and why can't they have a tv in here or something?!
Finally, I get the go ahead to head home. They came back with the verdict that I was dehydrated and needed to drink more water. Ok.... let me explain something to you. Water is the ONLY thing I can actually stomach and I drink enough water that I can be a floaty. So my question is... if I am not able to keep myself "hydrated" what then???
Yes, I know I only have till next week, but its only Tuesday. How about we quit with the BS and just get this little one out :) I am totally ok with a healthy baby in my arms.
Friday, August 19, 2011
The Hangover | Part III
Yesterday I felt like I was barely hanging on. I felt ill and so incredibly tired. My one chance to get a nap when my little one FINALLY passed out, I jumped into bed and tried to get some rest. Only to be jumped on and woke up an HOUR later. Now.... this has to be a mothers curse.. usually the little stinker sleeps for at least 2 hours- but nooooo not yesterday. I seriously couldn't wait for it to be 4:00 pm when hubby comes home. I couldn't WAIT to finally get to bed.
When dinner time came I wanted to crawl into a hole... I couldn't even think of food or burning energy to make dinner. Thankfully, the kids were happy with cereal and hubby was pleased with frozen pizza. I am so thankful that they are all so simple.
Well as I was drifting off to night-night land last night, hubby stepped out of the house and once again I was awaken by a child jumping on me- thinking it was playtime. Grrrrrrrr. I walked into the livingroom to find ALL the lights turned off- which you KNOW does not mean a good thing. When I flipped the switched I really couldn't believe what I saw. Couch cushions were off, toys everywhere, clothes everywhere, one kid hiding in the corner eating jello with a straw and the other kid had pudding not only on his face but ALL OVER THE HOUSE. I just walked my sleepy butt outside to tell daddy that basically his time was up. I put the kids to bed- or at least in their room till the BIG MAN came in.. and I went back to bed. No way was I going to deal with that after the day I had.
so this morning..... ugh. again, woke up with a 2 year jumping and poking me- yelling my name " MOOOOMMM" I walk out into the living room and what do I find??? Another mess. And not just any mess- it looked like a scene from "The Hangover"- all that was missing was a tiger in the bathroom. Soda cans, food, clothes, toys, crayons, more food, dirty diaper, and more soda cans... all over the place. And lets not forget the dishes that were piled up in the kitchen. I looked at the mess, said a few choice words out loud and began to cry. There was no way I was going to be able to clean this all up on my own. I can't even finish a load of laundry without needing a nap!
So I let the kids know that I was upset and made the little creatures clean up the livingroom. They actually did a pretty good job. Now if only I could wiggle my nose and the kitchen be clean- I would be ok with the rest of the house not looking like normal.
Today it is so hard for me to keep my eyes open and keep the kids entertained long enough so they dont cause trouble. I can't let them loose outside because without an adult to look after them, they just know things they shouldn't be doing. And it's just too hot for me to sit outside.
It would be really nice for this day to just be over. I really cant take much more of the BS around here. I found out yesterday that we have a new houseguest that is staying here.. well not HERE but in my SIL house. What is maddening about that is NO ONE decided to let us in on that.. I really do not think its too hard to say " hey, do you mind...." or " hey I just wanted to let you know...". Oh no.. of course not.. I get to just find out like it's no big thing. One thing I have learned about myself as I grow older is that I dislike how people can be disrespectful. Especially on your own property.
We have exactly 3 weeks left till our due date- still SO much to do- and no one to do it except for me. Which is fine- it is my stuff- my responsibility. With that, we STILL need to finish and repair the other house- which that too is on a waiting list. I would just feel so much better if things were done BEFORE D day comes. Otherwise all I get to do is stress and think about the things that NEED to be done. Now, would be a great time for a clone.. a 2nd wife... a friend... someone that has time to help me. I am not doubting hubby at all, but just looking around here and thinking of everything that has to be moved... and its NOT packed..... its so much for me to take in that I start getting anxiety. Maybe it will be different once my kiddos get home and I have my full family back.
As of right now, all I want is something yummy to eat, kids that will just have a relaxing day, and just enjoy the simple life of today of doing nothing.. except for maybe some knitting.
When dinner time came I wanted to crawl into a hole... I couldn't even think of food or burning energy to make dinner. Thankfully, the kids were happy with cereal and hubby was pleased with frozen pizza. I am so thankful that they are all so simple.
Well as I was drifting off to night-night land last night, hubby stepped out of the house and once again I was awaken by a child jumping on me- thinking it was playtime. Grrrrrrrr. I walked into the livingroom to find ALL the lights turned off- which you KNOW does not mean a good thing. When I flipped the switched I really couldn't believe what I saw. Couch cushions were off, toys everywhere, clothes everywhere, one kid hiding in the corner eating jello with a straw and the other kid had pudding not only on his face but ALL OVER THE HOUSE. I just walked my sleepy butt outside to tell daddy that basically his time was up. I put the kids to bed- or at least in their room till the BIG MAN came in.. and I went back to bed. No way was I going to deal with that after the day I had.
so this morning..... ugh. again, woke up with a 2 year jumping and poking me- yelling my name " MOOOOMMM" I walk out into the living room and what do I find??? Another mess. And not just any mess- it looked like a scene from "The Hangover"- all that was missing was a tiger in the bathroom. Soda cans, food, clothes, toys, crayons, more food, dirty diaper, and more soda cans... all over the place. And lets not forget the dishes that were piled up in the kitchen. I looked at the mess, said a few choice words out loud and began to cry. There was no way I was going to be able to clean this all up on my own. I can't even finish a load of laundry without needing a nap!
So I let the kids know that I was upset and made the little creatures clean up the livingroom. They actually did a pretty good job. Now if only I could wiggle my nose and the kitchen be clean- I would be ok with the rest of the house not looking like normal.
Today it is so hard for me to keep my eyes open and keep the kids entertained long enough so they dont cause trouble. I can't let them loose outside because without an adult to look after them, they just know things they shouldn't be doing. And it's just too hot for me to sit outside.
It would be really nice for this day to just be over. I really cant take much more of the BS around here. I found out yesterday that we have a new houseguest that is staying here.. well not HERE but in my SIL house. What is maddening about that is NO ONE decided to let us in on that.. I really do not think its too hard to say " hey, do you mind...." or " hey I just wanted to let you know...". Oh no.. of course not.. I get to just find out like it's no big thing. One thing I have learned about myself as I grow older is that I dislike how people can be disrespectful. Especially on your own property.
We have exactly 3 weeks left till our due date- still SO much to do- and no one to do it except for me. Which is fine- it is my stuff- my responsibility. With that, we STILL need to finish and repair the other house- which that too is on a waiting list. I would just feel so much better if things were done BEFORE D day comes. Otherwise all I get to do is stress and think about the things that NEED to be done. Now, would be a great time for a clone.. a 2nd wife... a friend... someone that has time to help me. I am not doubting hubby at all, but just looking around here and thinking of everything that has to be moved... and its NOT packed..... its so much for me to take in that I start getting anxiety. Maybe it will be different once my kiddos get home and I have my full family back.
As of right now, all I want is something yummy to eat, kids that will just have a relaxing day, and just enjoy the simple life of today of doing nothing.. except for maybe some knitting.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sex Education
Everytime we get in the car- so it seems- my almost 5year old wants to do a spanish counting lesson. That is all we heard tonight on the way TO the store... now, on the way back he wanted daddy to tell him again what the German numbers were.....
backstory.... a few months ago, Charley was teaching the kids how to count in German and one of the numbers (6) sounds like the word "sex", we ALL of the kids busted up laughing and just couldn't get enough of hearing that!!
So on the way HOME tonight, Christopher asked daddy to count for him again in German...
"eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sieben, acht, neun, zehn"
if you counted that, you would see that he skipped the ONE funny one (sechs)
Christopher says, " no say all of it"... we just giggled as he KNEW he had skipped one... so daddy asked, "all of them? what did I skip?"
" you know... (giggle- giggle) that one...."
"which one, Chris?"
(giggle giggle) "you know... that "sex" one" (giggle giggle)
this point I was just laughing... My kid is smart.. I couldn't believe he KNEW which one Charley skipped.
So Charley asked him .." what is sex Chris?"
I'm thinking.. oh good lord... ANYTHING can come out of his mouth. I was preparing my tummy and bladder for a good laugh.
"sex...is GROSS!!!"
"But what is sex?- What does it mean"?
"It's Gross- I don't want to talk about it"
"well, you and mom do it...... Wyatt's dad and mom do it.... Patrick and his wife Jessica do it"
...at this point, not only am I in shock that he knew what he was talking about but then he listed PEOPLE- couples- MARRIED couples. Charley just smiled and said he was a smart kid.
Well, I guess Chris thought saying the word "sex" was funny at this point, so he kept saying it but daddy shut him down and told him that he didn't need to say it anymore and when he was about 10 they would talk about it again... but Christopher had to come back and say, "how about when I am 9".. Charley thought about it for a moment and said, "at this rate, it may need to be sooner..maybe 7"- then he gave me that look like I need to be prepared that this kid is smarter than the average kid we have. GULP
As Christopher would say "O M G"
backstory.... a few months ago, Charley was teaching the kids how to count in German and one of the numbers (6) sounds like the word "sex", we ALL of the kids busted up laughing and just couldn't get enough of hearing that!!
So on the way HOME tonight, Christopher asked daddy to count for him again in German...
"eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sieben, acht, neun, zehn"
if you counted that, you would see that he skipped the ONE funny one (sechs)
Christopher says, " no say all of it"... we just giggled as he KNEW he had skipped one... so daddy asked, "all of them? what did I skip?"
" you know... (giggle- giggle) that one...."
"which one, Chris?"
(giggle giggle) "you know... that "sex" one" (giggle giggle)
this point I was just laughing... My kid is smart.. I couldn't believe he KNEW which one Charley skipped.
So Charley asked him .." what is sex Chris?"
I'm thinking.. oh good lord... ANYTHING can come out of his mouth. I was preparing my tummy and bladder for a good laugh.
"sex...is GROSS!!!"
"But what is sex?- What does it mean"?
"It's Gross- I don't want to talk about it"
"well, you and mom do it...... Wyatt's dad and mom do it.... Patrick and his wife Jessica do it"
...at this point, not only am I in shock that he knew what he was talking about but then he listed PEOPLE- couples- MARRIED couples. Charley just smiled and said he was a smart kid.
Well, I guess Chris thought saying the word "sex" was funny at this point, so he kept saying it but daddy shut him down and told him that he didn't need to say it anymore and when he was about 10 they would talk about it again... but Christopher had to come back and say, "how about when I am 9".. Charley thought about it for a moment and said, "at this rate, it may need to be sooner..maybe 7"- then he gave me that look like I need to be prepared that this kid is smarter than the average kid we have. GULP
As Christopher would say "O M G"
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